Page 603 - EMMA

Emma

To guess what all this meant, was impossible even for
Emma. Something really important seemed announced by
his looks; but, as her friend was well, she endeavoured not
to be uneasy, and settling it with her father, that she would

take her walk now, she and Mr. Weston were soon out of
the house together and on their way at a quick pace for
Randalls.
‘Now,’—said Emma, when they were fairly beyond the
sweep gates,— ‘now Mr. Weston, do let me know what
has happened.’
‘No, no,’—he gravely replied.—‘Don’t ask me. I
promised my wife to leave it all to her. She will break it to
you better than I can. Do not be impatient, Emma; it will
all come out too soon.’
‘Break it to me,’ cried Emma, standing still with
terror.— ‘Good God!—Mr. Weston, tell me at once.—
Something has happened in Brunswick Square. I know it
has. Tell me, I charge you tell me this moment what it is.’
‘No, indeed you are mistaken.’—
‘Mr. Weston do not trifle with me.—Consider how
many of my dearest friends are now in Brunswick Square.
Which of them is it?— I charge you by all that is sacred,
not to attempt concealment.’
‘Upon my word, Emma.’—

602 of 745